Tarn hadn’t broken his morning routine once. Wake up. Shower. Brush teeth. Check the cameras. Get breakfast. See how much paperwork he had to deal with for the day and prepare for any missions. But his favourite part of the morning was a recent addition to his schedule. At eleven-thirty sharp he’d bring breakfast to _. While it’s true that they were wary of him, they had no choice but to eat the food he gave him and Tarn relished in it.
Despite their best efforts, every aspect of their life was controlled by Tarn and Tarn alone. _’s walls were high, but the sheer social isolation eventually started to chip away at them. He would make sure to talk to them whenever he was with them. It would take a while, but Tarn could always work a reply out of them. It’s not like they could refuse him, and he could tell they were already starting to crack. He had to be careful not to push it too much at first. Patience would be key to winning their affections after all. But sometimes it was hard to resist the urge to just tilt up his mask and… well that was beside the point.
Walking into their room, _ was already awake. They had taken to sitting at their desk, drawing using the supplies Tarn had gotten them. They were conflicted about using the things Tarn had given them. On one hand they were doing exactly what he wanted by giving in and making use of his gifts. On the other hand, it’s not like there was any other option but to comply. Tarn’s reputation preceded him and knowing what he was capable of doing if he so pleased sent a chill down their spine.
Even with his reputation and capabilities however, he had yet to so much as lift a finger at any insubordination from _. If _ didn’t eat breakfast, nothing happened. If _ stayed in bed all day, the only difference in Tarn’s usual routine would be that he’d simply pull a chair next to the bed and sit as he recounted the glories of the Decepticon cause.
Despite Tarn’s seemingly infinite tolerance of their unwillingness to cooperate, _ made sure to never push it too far. This had only happened once. They hadn’t gotten out of bed, hadn’t eaten, so Tarn was sitting next to them droning on and on for hours about Decepticon history and how great the Decepticon cause was.
“As you can see in this section of Towards Peace Megatron says ‘Even if you believe in the taxonomy, ask yourself this: Who decides on that order? And then: Why should there be an order?’ What do you think about that, _?” _ didn’t particularly care about megatron or what he had to say about an old taxonomy and they were tired enough to voice their opinion.
“Ithink I don’t care. If anything I’m pissed at him because his number one enforcer is-”
In an instant his voice went from normal to threatening, sending a stab of pain through their heart. His hand held their arm and the collar of their shirt in a vice grip as he forcefully pulled them towards him, leaning in so his mask was pressed against their ear.
“_. Do not ever bring Megatron into this. Am. I. clear?”
“Tarn- I can’t br-” _ managed to choke out before he interrupted them.
“All you have to do is apologize, alright?” It was suffocating and nauseating at the same time. _ couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, and their arm was certainly bruised but they nodded fervently, anything to make it go away. Just as quickly as it had happened, Tarn gently set them down and the pain went away.
“Good. I’m so glad you understand. Are you alright?” The way he moved on like nothing had ever happened made a pit of dread pool in their stomach.
“… Yes.”
Tarn could see the fear in their eyes, and did feel bad for them. It’s true he may have gone too far with punishing them for their insolence, but as much as he loved them it was a necessary evil. Someday they will understand, he told himself. It’s for their own good. In the meantime, he’d have to make sure to take them outside as a treat.
Looking back on that incident made _ shiver. It was a stark reminder of how unpredictable Tarn could be, even on his best days. When he was happy, he’d be easy to placate. Sometimes he’d even take them to the library, though even then their every move was monitored closely and they were blindfolded on the way to and from there to make sure they couldn’t escape.
His worst days would more varied. Usually a bad day happened after an arduous mission or a long day with lots of paperwork. On those days would either talk for hours and hours about Megatron and his glory, or be absolutely silent, simply choosing to sit beside them.
But now as it reached 5 months of confinement _ had started on a plan, and all they could do was hope it would work.
What if Damian was accidentally spirited away in one of the Transformers universes as a soon-to-be-turn-youngling sparkling seekers and was found by the Autobots?
(This idea can be apply for many of the TF continuities G1/Prime/Animated/IDW-Lost Light ect…)
P.S: If Damian end up in the TF IDW universe he would be found by the Lost Light crew.
Rodimus needs (a lot of) reminders that he is way more worth than he gives himself credit for ☀️ not happy how it turned out but I wasted way too much time on this already
aaand the second @tflifelinesmediczine piece i did. it’s been half a year…ngl, i thought like…one of them would get in. but no. they just slapped both ratchets in there. good for the readers, honestly, there’s NEVER enough ratchet if you ask me
Lil Pharma wingies I made for a commission :) Also how to attach those to your clothes! I made them lightweight and hey.. who wouldnt wanna be Pharma once in a while?
FUCK YOU, CYBERTRON! IF YOU’RE DUMB ENOUGH TO TURN INTO A CAR THIS WEEKEND YOU’RE A BIG ENOUGH SCHMUCK TO COME TO THE LOST LIGHT! SERIAL KILLERS! ALT MODES THAT BREAK DOWN! THIEVES! IF YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING TO ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING AT THE LOST LIGHT YOU CAN KISS MY ASS! IT’S OUR BELIEF THAT YOU’RE SUCH A STUPID MOTHERFUCKER YOU’LL FALL FOR THIS BULLSHIT—GUARANTEED! IF YOU JOIN THE VIS VITALIS: SHOVE IT UP YOUR UGLY ASS! YOU HEARD US RIGHT: SHOVE IT UP YOUR UGLY ASS! BRING YOUR SHANIX! BRING YOUR ID! BRING YOUR CONJUNX! WE’LL FUCK HIM! THAT’S RIGHT, WE’LL FUCK YOUR CONJUNX! BECAUSE AT THE LOST LIGHT, YOU’RE FUCKED SIX WAYS FROM LUNA-1!
